Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel" Reader's Choice of Poems: "'heart's home'" "Glice" "Tales told over scones and hot tea" "Boise City" "Plain cover jacket" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Winter: 18 Mas'il (December 29)" "In a garden of roses, baby" "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" "Guitarman, a gift for Gary. Aaron Marable's art." FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
51.675 So many views... ...of so much trash! Actually, all of it isn't trash. Some old ones are good. My recent blogs have been dreary... ...because I am. In continued pursuit of that dreariness: WHY I SHOULDN'T GO BACK This last visit to Costa Rica was emotionally draining. When I was a student there 40 years ago I swore I'd never go back! And I didn't for 35 years. Why the upsets this time? 1. I'm NOT family. 2. FAMILY is all that matters. The word for friendship in Spanish is amistad. The word for friend is amigo. Ticos don't understand either in a sense that I do. And because of that I feel neither appreciated nor loved when I visit there. I realize that friendship is helped by closeness, time spent together, trust, keeping promises. In Costa Rica none of this matters if you aren't family. So... I always feel frustrated by nice people. Ticos are NICE. Just not trustworthy, intimate or interested in friendships beyond family. Do I bother to go back someday? Yes. But just to travel, say hello, enjoy myself and not expect to ever develop friendships with folks who do not have the concept beyond words that are empty of any nurturing meaning. |